Fantasy: Storytelling about the crying saint, the beginning of the Barren Heavenly Emperor

“The tenth in the kendo list in the world…”

“The first wanted criminal of the Great Yan Dynasty, the blood of the sin race – Ling Jianhou!”

When Ning Chuan’s words fell, it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and the hall was full of uproar.

However, Ning Chuan did not care, but slowly spoke:

“Ling Jianhou, born in Zhongzhou 1,200 years ago, comes from the family holding the sword.”

“The family holding the sword has a long tradition and a long history, and for generations, it has been their duty to guard the half-foot emperor soldier and rob the sword.”

“Emperor Tribulation Sword, one of the three peerless emperor soldiers in the world, in ancient times, stained with the blood of a half-emperor, it is a divine soldier in the world!”

“Ling Jianhou was born in the sword-wielding clan.”

“When he was young, he showed a strong talent for cultivation.”

“Enter Shingo at the age of fifteen, enter the sealing at the age of nineteen, and step into the realm of the king at the age of twenty-three!”

“This kind of cultivation talent, even if it is placed in the current world, is extremely Tianjiao.”

“In addition to cultivation, Ling Jianhou’s talent in the sword path is even more superb, far surpassing the people of the same generation in Zhongzhou.”

“Just when Fang has just sealed the realm, the sword intent has reached the point of pure fire.”

“Everyone in the world praises that Zhongzhou Kendo has ten fights of luck, and Ling Jianhou alone has seven fights!”

“Everyone firmly believes that in the future, Ling Jianhou will inevitably rise to the top, and maybe one day, he will be able to truly control that Emperor Tribulation Sword and become the most powerful Kendo leader in the world.”

“At that time, Ling Jian was full of spirit, and because he was elegant and easygoing, his friends were all over Zhongzhou.”

“At this time, although the Great Yan Dynasty has been established for more than a thousand years, when it is still in a period of ruins, what is most lacking is a peerless imperial soldier that is enough to suppress the fortune of the dynasty!”

“As Ling Jianhou’s fame grew and he showed his prominence, all kinds of rumors spread into the palace.”

“That Yan Huang, finally can’t hold back.”

“An edict was given to the Nine Ques, and the edict of the Great Yan Dynasty to the sword-bearer clan came to the sword-bearer clan.”

“The content of the edict is very simple, hand over the emperor’s sword, Ling Jian will wait to enter the dynasty as an official, and the rest of the sword-wielding clan will be dissolved on the spot.”

“The sword-wielding clan categorically refused, the emperor robbery sword was owned by the sword-wielder clan for generations, and it was the ancestor of the sword-wielding clan, who threw his head and spilled blood in ancient times, went forward and followed, and paid countless lives to get it, how can it be diplomatic?”

“The Emperor Tribulation Sword, that is the inheritance of the sword-wielding family, and it is the most noble faith and belief!”

“And the sword-wielding clan’s categorical refusal also completely angered His Majesty the Great Yan Emperor.”

“Just as the so-called desire to add to the sin, there is no excuse!”

“A charge of rebellion was thus placed on the head of the sword-wielding clan.”

“On that day, the black armored army led by the three extreme emperor realms killed the ancestral land of the sword-wielding person!”

“On that day, the blood of the sword-wielding clan flowed like a river, and the wailing sounded one after another.”

“On that day, the spirited Ling Jianhou watched the clansmen die one by one, the father died and the son succeeded, and the brother died and the brother went!”

“He saw his father being slashed by the black armored army, and the whole person was split in half, and the intestines and brain flowed to the ground.”

“He saw the patriarch grandfather, who was slapped into his chest by an extremely emperor realm general, and the whole person exploded and died!”

“He saw his mother and sisters, one by one, who could not bear the humiliation, but they chose to jump into the furnace of forging swords, and turned into ten thousand fires to preserve their innocence.”

“He saw a famous clan member who chose to blow himself up to buy time for him in order to cover his departure.”

“At that moment, the entire ancestral land of the sword-wielding man turned into a purgatory on earth.”

“Ling Jianhou looked at his parents and relatives, dying tragically in front of him one by one, grief-stricken, and his head turned into white hair.”

“On that day, Ling Jianhou stepped into the realm of the Extreme Emperor from the Feng Wang Realm, slashed the three Extreme Emperors with his sword, and fled from the Great Yan Dynasty’s royal court Yong’an City!”

“On that day, the corpses of the three Great Yan Dynasty Extreme Emperor Realms were hung by Ling Jianhou on the gate of Yong’an City, their eyes widened, and they glared angrily at the palace!”

“At this point, Ling Jianhou was charged with the crime of rebellion and rebellion, and became the most wanted criminal of the Great Yan Dynasty, and the family of sword wielders was even personally ordered by the Great Yan Dynasty to locate the criminal family!”

“In the next thousand years, Ling Jianhou, the white-haired sword god, repeatedly broke through the realm and came to the realm of the Extreme Emperor Ninefold!”

“He never participated in the battles of the spiritual world, and he never appeared in front of the world.”

“He is like a lone wolf in the night, walking alone in heaven and earth.”

“Later, he visited Yong’an City, the capital of the Great Yan King, three times, and left boundless killing in the Great Yan King Capital, which was called the White-haired Dance Yong’an Incident.”

“And every time he visited Yong’an City, he would leave a sentence.”

Taking a deep breath, Ning Chuan said with the last word:

“The sword-wielding clan Ling Jian waits, with thousands of lonely souls and wild ghosts, watch the eternal peace!”

That said.

Rumble!!!

The entire Tianji Building suddenly exploded.

“What? When the sword-wielding clan was exterminated, it was just because the Great Yan Dynasty coveted the imperial robbery sword? ”

“Rumors from the outside world don’t mean that the sword-wielding clan refined the emperor robbery sword day and night, intending to rebel, so they were exterminated?”

“So the truth is… Is the rebellion false, and the Great Yan Dynasty’s intention to seize the Imperial Robbery Sword is true? ”

“Such a ruthless Great Yan Dynasty, seeing that it can’t be outwitted, it will forcibly seize it, and it will actually destroy the sword-wielding clan alive!”

“No wonder the Great Yan Dynasty has been wanted by Ling Jianhou for thousands of years, I’m afraid that because of Ling Jianhou, not only has he entered Yong’an City several times, but also because Ling Jianhou is the last person in the world who knows the truth, right?”

“Hey, Pifu is not guilty, he is guilty!”

“At the beginning, that Great Yan Emperor killed the Saint Realm ferocious beast Taikoo Thunder Beast, and is recuperating his injuries, otherwise this Ling Jianhou may not be able to take out Yong’an City alive!”

“The Great Yan Dynasty has deceived the world for a thousand years!”

“The enemy of the clan is like a mountain and the sea!”

A celebrity listener discussed with a burning look of shock.

For thousands of years, the world knew that Naling Jianhou intended to rebel, so he was exterminated.

Countless people ridiculed this Ling Jianhou, thinking that he was looking for his own death and could not live by himself.

It is believed that it was Ling Jianhou who killed thousands of lives of the sword-wielding family.

They didn’t expect it.

The truth of the original truth is so cruel!

First floor.

Among the crowds in the East End.

A middle-aged Confucian scribe wearing a Xuan robe and white hair gently picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

“A thousand years later, I can’t imagine that the world will remember…”

The middle-aged scribe raised his head and looked at Ning Chuan on the high platform, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were already drunk.

“Hey, this uncle, there are nine other sword gods to say later? You’re drunk now, how do you listen to the back? ”

A young man sitting next to him, a newcomer, grinned at him.

“It’s okay, the rest is not important…”

The middle-aged scribe smiled gently at him, and his eyes were full of vicissitudes.

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